Chapter 1: The Awakening of the Young Boy! Thaumaturge...

  Bang!

  A piece of turf was kicked up by Houston and landed squarely on Elin's face.

  What petrified more people was that after the grass landed on Ailin's face, Ailin still showed no signs of waking up and continued to snore rhythmically.

  "Wake him up for me!"

  Houston is almost unable to notice his own image, just saying he doesn't know what his dreams are is already terrible enough, now he even dares to sleep directly, does he really think he doesn't exist?

  "How dare you sleep, interesting!"

  Bailu suddenly became impulsive again, grabbed Ailin and shook him violently, even kicking Ailin's foot excitedly.

  Ailing finally woke up with difficulty, drooping her eyes.

  "Hey, classmate, do you think I'm too bad at this and my talk is too boring?" Houston controlled his urge to blow up, smoothed out his oily hair with a swipe of his hand, and asked with a fake smile.

  As soon as they saw Huston's sinister look, all the freshmen knew that Ailin was doomed to a miserable end. But what made them almost faint was that at this time, Ailin had not yet fully woken up and asked in a daze: "What's wrong?"

  "You just fell asleep." Houston looked at Ailing very calmly and said, "So I asked you if you thought my level was too poor, and what I said was too boring."

  Ailin immediately shook her head.

  In fact, he knew that it was definitely the power of blood again. On his way here, he had a full breakfast, but as soon as he felt that inexplicable drowsiness, he fell asleep before he could even resist.

  "It's not that I think my teaching level is too poor, but rather that you've already learned well and don't need to learn anymore?"

  Seeing Ailing shake her head, Houston sneered, "In that case, repeat what I just said, starting with the power of a mage. What are the two sources of a mage's power? Speak quickly!"

  "Physical strength and technique..." Elin replied weakly.

  "Be more specific! And I've told you before about the difference between a technician and an engineer!"

  "The physical strength is divided into two parts, one part is the power stored in every small molecule of our body, called physical strength, and the other part is the power of our spiritual will. As for technique, it is the power of external elements that we perceive after awakening. Only those who can combine physical strength and technique to a certain extent through simple physical movements can be called technicians. Only those who can refine their physical strength and technique into 'technique particles' and store them in their body can be called masters. A master's body has seven 'technique gates' that can store 'technique particles'. Through continuous training, tempering, and even combat, these 'technique gates' can be opened, and the more 'technique gates' that are opened, the more 'technique particles' can be stored, and the stronger the master becomes."

  "What is another most basic thing for a technician?"

  "It is the power of blood, pure giant blood, born with astonishing physical strength, infinite power, pure beastman blood, born with the power of frenzy, will have a terrible instantaneous explosive force..."

  "Alright."

  Houston didn't think that Ailin would have memorized all these things when he was in Korolin Town, but seeing Ailin recite them so clearly and completely, he just smiled, "Since you've really learned well, then the 'Fire Fissure Fist' should be easy for you too. Come out and demonstrate it."

  "The little dwarf is in trouble."

  As soon as Houston said this, Moss immediately became gleeful and delighted in his misfortune.

  Every teacher at Saint Morning Academy has a different martial art, and the secret technique "Fire Fissure Fist" is only practiced by a few teachers like Houston, so many of the new students' parents who are also mages, including some former students of Saint Morning Academy, have learned different martial arts because they had different teachers, and since they were basically sent to Saint Morning Academy as soon as they woke up to lay the foundation, Moss can be certain that none of the new students present have learned this "Fire Fissure Fist" beforehand, let alone this little dwarf from Corlin Town.

  Arlin stood up with a guilty conscience and walked in front of all the newcomers.

  He only heard Houston's initial explanation and didn't even see the whole scene of Houston's final punch, he fell asleep.

  "Take swift and rapid strides... bring forth the flow as much as possible... when feeling the strong winds blowing, accompany with incantations, quickly concentrate your spirit, use your technique..."

  There was no way out, so Ailin gritted her teeth and flew forward quickly under Houston's triumphant gaze, recalling Houston's explanation of the "Fire Fissure Fist" in an instant.

  "Flaming Fissure Fist!"

  Everyone saw that as Eirin let out a loud yell, in the instant he swung his fist, his entire right arm ignited with red flames, quickly gathering around his fist into a ball of fire which exploded with a deafening crash.

  "Did it succeed?!"

  "Actually really burst out flames, used fire crack violent fist?!"

  "What's his background, how can he grasp this skill all of a sudden!"

  The freshmen suddenly exploded, and many female students' eyes on Ailin even had a color of admiration.

  Just a few seconds ago, Morse was still gloating over his good fortune, but now he was completely stunned.

  Huston's triumphant expression also froze instantly.

  How is it possible!

  "Fire Crack Fist" looks simple, but many of its subtleties, even the most basic speed of using force, beginners can't do without repeated practice. Even he himself had to practice for ten whole days before he could barely use this "Fire Crack Fist", and still couldn't guarantee success every time.

  Ailin himself was a bit stunned, but he vaguely felt that this move didn't seem too difficult for him either.

  This isn't a coincidence! A pure newborn wouldn't be able to reach such a speed with their technique!

  Hewston snapped back to his senses and thought there was only one possibility: that Ailin had learned "Flaming Fissure Fist" before.

  "How dare you deliberately provoke me, you're dead for sure!"

  He had already clenched his teeth in determination to memorize the small notebook of Ailin one hundred times, but on his face he put on an appreciative expression: "This classmate, since you've learned 'Fire Fissure Fist', I'll just go ahead and teach you 'Whirlwind Fury' next."

  "The secret of 'Whirlwind Fury' lies in rapidly concentrating one's technique into both hands, then coordinating the ten fingers of both hands to shrink and expand, swinging them to instantly unleash ten rotating wind whips. This is a close-range technique that wins with speed and range coverage, and even if an opponent of the same level can barely withstand it, they will still be injured - this technique is far more powerful than 'Fire Burst Fist'."

  "Look out!"

  Ailing hadn't had a chance to speak before Houston finished his speech and thrust both hands forward.

  His upper body and shoulders barely moved, but his arms were like whips, suddenly crossing and shaking.

  Ouch!

  The low-pitched explosion made one's scalp tighten.

  Ten whirlwinds visible to the naked eye appeared in front of him, crisscrossing and whipping out, making a real long whip-like cracking sound.

  "This is even more intense than the Fire Blast Fist!"

  "What a cool secret technique!"

  "It's as if ten transparent fox tails suddenly appeared in front of him, so how could the people in front of him possibly escape, they'll definitely be caught!"

  A burst of exclamations suddenly erupted.

  In such an exclamation, Houston was self-satisfied again.

  "Got it? Now it's your turn." He said with a smile, looking at Ailin.

  Everyone's gaze suddenly focused on Ailin again.

  "Awesome, I'm here!"

  Ailin looked at Houston with some surprise and admiration, and then imitated his gesture by extending her hand.

  At the moment he stretched out his hand, Elin felt a strange feeling, as if he shouldn't be so smooth in doing anything or learning things normally, but at this moment of stretching out his hand, he seemed to naturally imitate Houston's action.

  This feeling of having a different idea from usual made him slightly distracted.

  "Whirlwind!"

  "Ugh!"

  Just as he was slightly distracted for a moment, a gust of wind sounded between his fingers.

  The swift gathering of his technique in his hand burst forth as he spread his fingers, stirring up a gust of wind. However, this gust was not like Houston's ten spinning columns, but rather scattered strands, with two of them even colliding right before him, the powerful gale blowing directly into his face.

  "Ahh!" Ellyn let out a pained cry, covering her eyes and almost falling backwards onto the ground.

  The whole scene was silent.

  "Haha!" Moss was stunned for a moment, then burst out laughing, "Little dwarf, I've never seen anyone get hit in the face by their own secret technique and almost fall over. Can you be any more ridiculous?"

  "How is it possible!"

  Houston, who was originally walking with his hands behind him in a proud manner, now had cold sweat on his back as he saw Elin's miserable appearance, while Moss burst out laughing.

  He saw it clearly, Elin just had a problem with the gap between his fingers and the speed of the pop.

  The most difficult part of "Whirlwind Fierce" is to concentrate the skill quickly and compress it to a certain extent in the extremely short time when the five fingers clench into a fist.

  Not to mention the newly awakened newborn, even if it is a student who has been studying at Sheng Liming College for half a year, it is not necessarily possible to do so. Moreover, the most crucial point is that this "Xuan Feng Lie" is his own family's secret technique, and it has never been taught in Sheng Liming College before.

  Is this guy really a genius?

  But even if you're a genius, does that mean you can sleep in my class?!

  "You can't even master such a simple martial skill and you dare to sleep in my class?" Hugheson, whose mouth corners were slightly trembling, said as calmly as possible: "Go stand at attention on the road outside Stonybrook and reflect on your actions!"

  "Teacher, this 'Whirlwind Frenzy' isn't some simple martial skill. I don't think anyone here can use it successfully on their first try, right?" Beru's voice rang out.

  "Really?"

  Looking at Beru's impulsive and challenging expression, Houston smiled faintly and looked at all the freshmen: "Who thinks this is not just a simple martial skill, stand up."

  Everyone present could see that this "little notebook teacher" was intentionally looking for trouble with Ailin. Now, being swept by Houston's gaze, they all felt a chill in their hearts, and no one dared to stand out anymore.

  "Look, it seems like no one shares your feelings. And who gave you the right to speak freely?" Houston stretched out a finger and pointed at Berro, then at Shi Lin outside, "You also go out with him for detention, let the students outside see what happens when they don't follow my classroom discipline."

  Moston was overjoyed, thinking to himself "You're so impulsive again, shouting at me to lick your feet..." But before he could even savor the moment for a few seconds, Houston's finger pointed at him: "And you too, red-haired kid, who told you to laugh so loudly? Get out and stand in punishment with him!"

  "What?!" Moss was momentarily stunned.